#1 -At least one character
#2 – A conflict AND a resolution
#3 – Give us a setting
#4 – Your story must include the 3 random words chosen
#5 – No more than 500 words please
#6 – Have fun with it! Today’s random words thanks to
Not sure if I adhered to the rules very strictly, but at past 1am, this is all I got. 386 words.
"Eddy said to observe the number six when it strikes midnight," Mel said.
"Whaddya suppose that means?" Sam scratched at the beginnings of a pubescent beard.
"I dunno, but doncha think that antique grandfather clock is kinda creepy?"
"Nah." The older boy refuted it, but he kept glancing sidelong at the distinctive piece that seemed to take up the entire room.
In fact, the imposing clock, brooding in the cheery front room, looked much like a stately gentleman overlooking, with pompous disapproval, the frequent comings and goings of the tight knit trio of long time friends.
"Is it supposed to be haunted or something?" Mel asked, hugging her arms tightly about her midsection.
"I guess so, but you know Eddy's constantly joking around. He's probably trying to scare you." Sam elbowed her arm. "Besides, it's hours til midnight"
Mel forced a laugh. "Yeah. You're probably right." She adjusted the wire framed glasses on her nose. "Where is he anyway? He should've been back by now."
"We should've went with him. You know if Casey's working, he'll loiter."
Mel rolled her eyes. "I think I saw her car on the way home from school."
Before Sam could say anything, Eddy's mom emerged from the hall, her footsteps drummed the wood floor in a quick staccato beat. "Hey kids."
"Hi, Mrs. Sellers," they both said in unison.
"Did Eddy hijack the car again?"
"Yeah, he went down to the corner store to get a two liter," Mel said. "But he's taking his time."
"Yep," Sam confirmed.
"Figures," Mrs. Sellers shook her head.
"I guess we should go ahead and leave," Mel said. "We'll catch him later."
"Before we go," Sam said. "What did Eddy mean about the clock?"
Mrs. Sellers laughed. "About the six?"
"I inherited it from my uncle recently. It’s pretty old, so some of the numbers are a little loose and I haven't gotten around to fixing them yet. When the old thing chimes, the reverberations jostle the numbers and the six will sometimes invert or fall off completely. Did he try to make it into a ghost story?"
"Sorta," Mel said.
"I won't tell him I told you." Mrs. Sellers winked then strode to the kitchen.
"We're so getting him back," Sam said.
Mel grinned, walking toward the door. "For once."